Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Argentina and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Tom Boy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Swans. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Mills,
The Vogues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxette,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thompson Twins,
The Residents,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grey Daturas,
Peter & Gordon,
Donald Byrd,
the Slits,
Minny Pops,
Easy Going,
The Invisible,
Camberwell Now,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brick,
Eric Dolphy,
Ken Boothe,
Heaven 17,
The Moody Blues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eden Ahbez,
Guru Guru,
The Five Americans,
Mantronix,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anakelly,
Bad Manners,
Henry Cow,
Gang of Four,
The Real Kids,
ABBA,
Lalann,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Patti Smith,
Jandek,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra,
The Tremeloes,
The Red Krayola,
Malaria!,
Jawbox,
Whodini,
Scratch Acid,
Rakim,
Camouflage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swans,
Joey Negro,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slackers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.